After breaking up with Jughead, there is nothing Betty wants to do more than wrap herself in Archie's arms. But she can't go running to Archie yet. She has to keep a safe distance until he's ended things with Veronica. So, she calls Veronica instead.
Veronica is over in five minutes with two tubs of ice-cream and a bottle of wine she snuck out of her fridge at home.
Betty cries. She cries because she hurt Jughead, because she lied to him, because he hates her and he thinks she doesn't love him. Veronica hugs her and holds her tight, and Betty cries even harder, because she's an awful friend who's plotting to steal her best friend's boyfriend.
They eat the ice-cream straight out of the tub, and Veronica puts The Duff on, and Betty feels better for a while.
The movie ends, and the tubs of ice-cream are empty, as is the bottle of wine. Veronica turns to Betty.
"Are you feeling any better?" she asks.
Betty nods. "Yeah. Thanks, V. I know it's dumb to cry because I'm the one who broke up with him. But it still hurts."
"I know," Veronica nods. "But I'm here, any time you need me."
"Thank, V," Betty says. She hopes her lies are enough to stay friends with Veronica. Because if she ever finds out the truth, Betty doesn't know if Veronica will ever forgive her.
It's torture, waiting for Archie to break up with Veronica. One week passes, and then two. Betty has to act like she's perfectly happy watching him hold hands with Veronica, watching them kiss, knowing they're spending their nights together. It drives her crazy.
She's kept her distance from Archie and Jughead over the past few weeks, throwing herself into working on the Blue & Gold, and hanging out with Kevin or Veronica when she needs company. Kevin seems to have no idea what's going on between her and Archie, and Betty figures if Kevin hasn't caught on, they must be in the clear.
After three weeks of torture, Archie grabs her by the arm after school on Friday, while she's grabbing her books from her locker.
He leans in close to her ear. "I'm doing it today," he whispers. And then he's gone. Betty watches him walk down the hallway, but he doesn't look back.
Betty's stomach churns. She's not sure if she's excited or nervous. She walks home alone, her mind in turmoil. She wishes she knew what Archie was going to say to Veronica. What if Veronica guesses why he's breaking up with her? What if he chickens out? What if Veronica convinces him they should stay together?
Betty goes to her room with the intent of doing her homework, but she finds she can't concentrate. She gravitates towards the front window, looking out, awaiting Archie's return.
Her heart speeds up when she sees him walking down the street, from the direction of Pop's. Is that where he'd done it? He's alone, but she can't make out his expression. She races downstairs and out the front door, beating him to his house. His blank expression doesn't change as he ascends the steps.
"Well?" Betty asks.
"Come inside," Archie says, putting a hand on the small of her back and guiding her through the front door. He shuts the door and Betty turns to him, ready to hear every detail of what went down with Veronica. Archie glances around, like he's afraid someone might be watching.
"Let's go upstairs," he says.
Betty follows him upstairs, her stomach in knots. She feels like he's about to break up with her, and they aren't even together. But what if he's about to tell her it's not going to happen? He's staying with Veronica? Betty doesn't think she could bear it.
They reach his room and Betty shuts the door behind them. Archie goes to the window and closes the blind before turning back to her. She watches him in anguish, waiting for him to say something, to confirm her worst fears.
Archie steps towards her, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He looks nervous as he approaches her, and Betty's heart pounds erratically. He's an inch away from her.
"Arch—"
He cups her face in his hands. He brushes his thumb over her bottom lip, and Betty feels goosebumps erupt all over her body. And then he kisses her. Betty's eyes flutter closed and her insides turn to mush. His lips are soft against hers, gentle but desperate, like he can't quite believe this is real. Betty feels the same.
It's over too soon, and Betty keeps her eyes closed for a few moments, still reeling from his kiss. Archie's hands drop from her face and Betty slowly opens her eyes. Archie's smiling at her. She beams back at him, still feeling all gooey inside.
"I have wanted to do that for so long," Archie whispers.
"Me too," Betty says. Archie goes to kiss her again, but she stops him. "It's over, right?" Betty asks. Because she has to be sure. She can't do this if he's still with Veronica. "You broke up with her?"
"Yeah," Archie nods. "I told her it was because of her Dad. I think she believed me."
"How was she?" Betty asks nervously.
Archie shrugs. "She seemed fine. She said she saw it coming."
Betty waits for the wave of guilt to hit her. It never comes. She smiles, and she slips her arms around Archie's neck, and pushes herself up on her toes so she can kiss him again, harder, longer. Archie responds with fervour, his tongue delving into her mouth, making Betty press herself harder against him, desperate to be closer to him, to feel his touch all over her body.
Betty breaks the kiss, and Archie whines, chasing her mouth with his own.
"What else have you been wanting to do?" Betty murmurs. Betty hears Archie's breath catch.
"You have no idea," he says, his voice hoarse. Betty gets a thrill from the words.
"Show me."
Archie's lips crash against her own again, his mouth hot but delicate on hers. His lips trail from her mouth, across her jaw and down to her neck.
"I want to kiss you everywhere," he breathes before he sucks her skin into his mouth. Betty moans, and it feels so good that she doesn't even care that later she's somehow going to have to cover up the mark he leaves.
His hands slip under her top, his fingers dancing on her bare skin, and Betty lifts her arms so he can get it over her head. Archie cradles her in his arms as her drops his lips to her collarbone, continuing to kiss her skin, down her chest, the hollow between her breasts. Betty reaches behind her and unclips her bra and Archie pulls away, watching her with baited breath. Her heart hammers against her rib cage as she lets the bra fall from her chest shyly. She stands there for a moment, her nipples hard from arousal, and Archie just looks at her in awe.
He lifts his right hand and grazes her nipple with his thumb. Betty's breath catches. He does it again, and she can feel a tug between her legs, her panties dampening. She wants him to put his mouth on her straining nipples, but instead he grabs her hands and walks backwards until he hits the bed. He sinks onto it, pulling her with him, guiding her onto his lap. She straddles him, and she can feel him hard between her legs. She bites her lip. It's all she can do not to grind down on him. Her pussy throbs, desperate for some friction.
Archie distracts her by dragging his tongue over her right nipple, sending thrills through her body. His fingertips rest against the bare skin of her back, and Betty's arms circle his neck. He moves his head to her other nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Betty whimpers. The throbbing between her legs only intensifies. She can't help herself, she grinds down against him feeling the pressure of his hard cock through two pairs of jeans. Archie gasps, releasing her nipple from his mouth.
"God, Betty," he groans. He sounds wrecked already, and the sound of his husky voice only spurs Betty on. She grinds against him again and he lets out a small moan. He surges up to kiss her again, and his hands reach for her hair, pulling the band from her ponytail and letting her blonde hair fall around her shoulders. His fingers tangle in her hair as he kisses her.
Betty brings her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulls it upwards, breaking the kiss so she can pull it over his head and gaze upon his perfect body. It hardly seems real that she's allowed to touch him now, that she can live out the fantasies she's been having for months.
With that in mind, Betty pushes Archie back on to the bed so he's lying down. She hovers above him for a moment, on all fours, and then she drops her head to his chest, and runs her tongue over his hard body. She trails her mouth down and down until she reaches the waistband of his jeans. She knows he's hard as hell in there, and she wants to lick his cock, make him groan her name again. She reaches for his fly, but Archie catches her wrist, sitting up.
She looks up at him, tilting her head in confusion. As far as she knows, guys love having their dick sucked.
"I don't want you to do that yet," he says.
"Why?"
"The first time my cock is inside you, it's going to be making you feel good," he says. Betty's stomach flips over and her core pulses with anticipation.
"Then do it already," Betty says. She doesn't think she can wait any longer. Archie pulls her back up onto the bed and flips her over so she's the one lying on her back. He undoes the button on her jeans and pulls them off slowly, leaving her in just her panties. She feels exposed all of a sudden, and she blushes at the way he stares at her, like he's never seen anything so beautiful.
He presses his middle finger to the outside of her panties and drags it down her slit. Betty gasps and rolls her head back.
"Can I take these off?" Archie asks, his voice hoarse.
"Yes."
Betty holds her breath as he pulls her panties down, lifting each of her legs so he can remove them completely. And then she's naked in front of him, her heart racing. He leans over her and presses a soft kiss to her lips.
"You are so beautiful," he tells her. "I love you."
Betty smiles. She hadn't realised how much she needed to hear that again. "I love you too," she whispers.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," Archie murmurs. He continues looking into her eyes, even as he gently brushes his fingers along the inside of her thigh. His fingers reach her wet slit and Betty spreads her legs for him. He thumbs her clit and Betty whines quietly, arching her back. His fingers delve into her folds and his lips press against her neck again.
Betty's breathing becomes laboured as Archie's fingers thrust inside her, and she squirms beneath him. She can feel herself nearing her peak as Archie fingers her and kisses her breasts.
"Yes," she pants as the pressure builds. "Arch, I—" she cuts herself off with a soft moan, curling her toes as her orgasm hits her. Her eyes squeeze shut, but she knows Archie is watching her writhe in pleasure, his fingers still inside her.
"Fuck, Betty," Archie says. "I love watching you come. I've been thinking about it since that night in the car."
Betty doesn't know what to do with that information. That he's been thinking about her like this for months now.
"Is that when you started to want me?" Betty asks, almost timidly. "After I kissed you that night?"
Archie swallows. He shakes his head slowly. "No, Betty. I wanted you long before that. I just… couldn't admit it to myself, I guess. That I thought about you differently."
Betty surges up to kiss him, taking him by surprise. "Make love to me, Archie," she says, sounding desperate. Archie moans into her mouth, and he finally undoes his jeans and pulls them off hurriedly, while Betty strokes his chest. She drags her hand down his chest and abs and slips it into his boxers, biting her lip when she feels his hard cock throbbing beneath her fingers.
Archie kisses her messily, hungrily, pushing her back down onto his bed. He removes his boxers, and Betty finally gets to see him naked. His cock is long and thick, and Betty's stomach lurches at the thought of it inside of her. She wants it so badly.
Archie reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a condom. He rips it open, and Betty watches as he attempts to roll it onto his cock. His hands are shaking. Betty feels her heart squeeze. He's nervous.
Betty had been nervous herself at first, but she hadn't expected Archie to be. Betty has only ever done this with one person before, Archie is much more experienced.
"Sorry," he mutters as he fumbles with the condom. "You'd think I'd never done this before." His face is red, and he's clearly embarrassed. Betty reaches over and helps him put the condom on. She kisses him to calm his nerves. His hands are steady again when he presses them against her back.
Betty lies back, pulling Archie with her, still kissing him.
"Are you ready?" Archie whispers. Betty nods, her stomach filling with butterflies. Archie positions his cock at her entrance and Betty spreads her legs for him, pulling her knees up. She watches as he gently pushes the tip of his cock into her, lifting her ass off the bed slightly. He brings his eyes up to meet hers, and she bites her lip, nodding for him to continue.
She knows his cock is big, but she's unprepared for just how much he stretches her as he pushes into her. Betty lets out a strangled moan as his cock fills her, and she feels as though she might break.
"You okay?" Archie asks, his voice strained.
"It feels so good," Betty whines. Archie thrusts his hips, tentatively, as if he's testing out what he can do to her. His cock hits her centre and Betty spasms, fisting her hands in the sheets beneath her.
"You like that?"
"Mmhmm."
Betty's eyes flutter closed as he thrusts again. He stills for a moment and Betty thinks she might die from anticipation. She jerks her hips and it's Archie's turn to moan. Betty hooks her legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper inside her.
"Please, Archie," she groans.
He loses control then, driving into her hard. He fucks her desperately, and every jolt of his cock goes straight to her core, winding her tighter and tighter. The sounds that come from her mouth are high pitched an unintelligible, except for his name.
"Arch," she moans, sounding like a complete wreck.
"Yes," he pants. "Say my name. Say my name like that."
"Archie. Archie. Arch. Oh my god, Arch."
He keeps fucking her, even as she comes beneath him, crying out, arching towards him, her whole body trembling. And then he comes, holding himself inside her as his body goes rigid and he groans. He finishes, and drops his head to her shoulder, panting, the two of them completely shattered. But god, Betty already wants to do it again.
Archie rolls off her, still breathing heavy, and Betty curls into his side. She presses a soft kiss against his shoulder.
"Were you nervous?" she whispers. He blushes again, and Betty loves the way his whole face turns bright red.
"Yeah," he admits. "Weren't you?"
"Yeah," Betty says.
He turns to her. "I just wanted it to be really good. I didn't want you to be disappointed."
"I'm definitely not disappointed," Betty laughs. "You've already given me more orgasms than anyone else ever has."
Archie's eyes widen. Betty hadn't really meant to tell him that, but it's too late to take it back now. "Jughead never…?" he trails off.
Betty shakes her head. Archie studies her for a moment.
"And what about yourself?" he asks. Betty tilts her head in confusion. Archie clarifies. "Have you given yourself orgasms?"
Betty's face floods with colour. "Oh," she says. "Yes."
"What do you think about?" Archie asks, his voice hoarse. "When you touch yourself."
Betty can already feel the throbbing beginning between her legs again. "You, mostly," she whispers.
"Me too," Archie says.
"You think about yourself while you jerk off?" Betty grins.
"Shut up," Archie laughs. Betty snorts with laughter, and Archie pulls her into a hug, still grinning.
"I need to get a drink of water," Betty says.
Archie lets her go. "Okay."
Betty rolls out of bed, enjoying the way Archie watches her naked body as she searches for her clothes.
"Wear something of mine," he says. Betty glances at him, then makes her way to his closet. She pulls out a button-down shirt and slips it over her shoulders, before buttoning it up, leaving the top few buttons undone.
"Well?" she asks, posing for him.
"It looks so good I want you to take it off so I can kiss you everywhere, like I said I was going to," Archie says.
Betty smiles, desire pooling in her stomach at the thought of Archie going down on her. "When I get back," she says.
Betty skips downstairs, feeling light and happy. She walks into the kitchen and stops dead, her stomach dropping when she sees Fred closing the fridge. He spots her and does a double take.
"Betty," he says, not even bothering to hide his surprise.
"Archie and Veronica broke up," she says quickly, then curses herself. If it wasn't obvious enough already what she and Archie had been up to, from her wearing nothing but Archie's shirt, it sure as hell is now. She may as well have said hey, I've been fucking your son but it's okay because he's single now.
"Oh," Fred nods. Betty's face burns.
"I was just… going to get a glass of water," Betty says.
"Right," Fred says. He's clearly feeling just as awkward and embarrassed as she is. "I'll just… let Archie know I'm home."
Betty nods as Fred leaves the kitchen.
"Mr Andrews?" she calls after him. He turns back.
"Yes, Betty?"
"Don't tell anyone I was here?" she says.
Fred nods. "Of course," he says. He leaves the room then. Betty hopes he knocks before he goes into Archie's room.
She gets herself a glass of water and takes a few sips before pouring the rest back down the sink. She heads back upstairs, stopping at the top of the stairs when she hears voices coming from Archie's room.
"Are you surprised?" she hears Archie say.
Fred chuckles. "I was surprised to see Betty in the kitchen. But I'm not surprised things didn't work out with you and Veronica."
"So, you approve?" Archie asks.
"Of course, I do, son," Fred says. "Whatever makes you happy."
"Thanks, Dad."
"I'm going to head out for a while, okay?"
"Okay."
The door opens and Betty continues walking, as if she hadn't been standing there eavesdropping. Fred nods at her as he passes.
Archie grins at her from the doorway, pants back on, and Betty cringes. He grabs her hands and drags her back into his room.
"Oh my god," Betty says. "That was so embarrassing."
"He had to find out sometime," Archie laughs.
"What if he had come upstairs earlier?" Betty says, imagining the horrifying situation. "He could have heard us."
"But he didn't," Archie says. "And now he's gone, so you can be as loud as you want while I eat you out, okay?"
"Oh my god, Archie," Betty says, blushing.
"What? Don't you want me to do that?"
Betty blushes even harder. "No, I want you to."
Archie grins. "Come on then," he says, leading her back to the bed. "And keep my shirt on."
